Traveling to a Crossroads via Insomnia 

It’s past 2 in the morning and I can’t sleep.

My mind running on overdrive, my heart distributed to a million little life rafts-

Both the fear of the unknown and the excitement of what’s to come keeping me afloat.

A need to create overwhelms me,

Yet the pressure to have vulnerability bleed onto a page takes my breath away.

I’m caught up with the in-betweenness of this season-

Stuck between child-like whimsy and adult driven stability.

We belong to a society thrives on forging one’s own path, but no one wants to talk about the forks in the road along the way.

Turning 20 feels like standing at a crossroads, 

But I think I’ll just sit Indian style, staring at the street signs. 

It’s 3 in the morning and I can’t sleep. 

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